Naomi tip-toed into the living room where the others were waiting. The smell of pizza wafting through the house informed them of the new arrival. Hunger seemed to burn a little in the bodies of those assembled. Naomi gawked at the two strangely attired people and minced over to the couch so she could perch on the arm-rest. Her latex legs squeaked on the dress as she walked her tiny little steps.
"Why is Dean in a cat suit?" she asked quietly to the room.
"Because ... he's ... a ... mean ... little ... ahh, HAH!" Cathy gasped as she writhed and bucked on the floor. Her futile attempts to get away from her tight clothing caused her to slide about on the carpet. The plastic sheeting crinkled loudly as she moved.
"He looks funny," Naomi sneered. "I want him dressed back in his tux so that I don't look so funny in my dress."
As she said it the cat suit that Dean wore re-formed into the smart tuxedo that he wore before. The coat that he had taken off reappeared. Dean once again looked the part of a tall hunk of man.
"Thanks," he breathed.
"Have you seen Jen yet?" Naomi said.
"Ughh, huh," Cathy groaned as she tried to prevent herself from screaming in pleasure. She was building to another powerful orgasm and she could not move enough to leave the room. She wished dearly that Jen would return to free her from the torment.
"She's getting the pizza," Dean explained. He stared at Cathy and seemed to concentrate. A shudder of what might have been intense pleasure seemed to flash across his face, but the frozen doll grin he wore hid any deeper meaning. At the same time a loud buzzing could almost be heard over the crinkling plastic costume Cathy was sucked into. Her hips jumped and bucked a little more than normal while she whimpered a little with enjoyment.
It was at that moment they heard a loud scream coming from the hall. A moment later Jen rushed into view now in the form of a short, blue-haired, cartoonish maid. "Naomi, look what you did to me!" Jen screamed in a way that was only mildly hindered by her huge lips.
"Holy! Jen, you look like a little Japanese cartoon character," Naomi was laughing at her friends obvious discomfort. Of all the things she thought would have happened to Jen from the delayed curse she had not considered that the pizza guy was a huge anime geek.
"That is so not fair! You made me like this and I want you change me back!" Jen was nearly shouting and in her small, breathy voice the effect was almost more sexy than threatening. Jen even stomped her tiny foot in anger and her breasts started bouncing in response. Noticing this Jen crossed her arms to try and reign them in.
"I didn't do it! Cathy dared me too," Naomi tried to explain. "She made me with the curse. I had no choice."
Jen's anger turned to Cathy who could have been cowering on the floor with fear but was instead lost in a world of her own.
Dean sensing the time was right chimed in, "She also stole my penis and is using as a dildo!"
Jen heard the words but Cathy's dare turn the meaning in her ear. "Why would she take your pencil case?"
"What?" Dean said perplexed. Naomi just glared at her sister.
"I think we should punish her more," Naomi said.
"Yeah! But first, Naomi can you turn me back to normal?" Jen said.
"Yeah, then maybe we should turn Cathy into a tiny Asian cartoon."
"Right. Naomi, Transform or Dare?" Jen said.
"Dare. Jen take off your dare that won't let me wear a top for the night."
"Naomi, I dare you to stop not being able to wear a top for the rest of the night!"
Naomi did not feel the magic entering her like it had before. That was not unusual as dares were often more subtle than transformation. She tried to lift the top of her dress that was crumpled under her huge breasts. Finding the edge of the latex was difficult but when she got a good grip she stretched it far out and tried to lift it over her massive tits. The neck line snapped hard against her latex skin and for a moment she thought she had done it.
Then her dress exploded. Bits of latex dress fluttered around the room turning back to the silk it was before. Naomi now stood, stunned in the middle of the room dressed in nothing more that her red ballet-heels.
"What just happened?" Naomi said.
"Your dress exploded," Dean helped.
"Give me your jacket," Naomi demanded. Dean complied and handed her his jacket. As she put it on and held it closed around her breasts it quickly melted into black latex. Naomi tried to force the stretchy material around her balloons and fasten the button. Once closed there was a moment of triumph before the jacket also burst into bits and disappeared into the magic ether. Naomi was once again naked. "What is going on? Didn't you fix this?"
"I thought I did," Jen said. "Come to think of it I did not feel the magic well up when I asked you the question."
"Do you still have the curse, Jen?" Naomi asked fearing the worst.
"Of course. Cathy gave it to me then I was going to give it back to her when the door rang ..." Jen trailed off as her mind drifted back on the events in the hall. She had not noticed the changes as they were happening so she did not note the welling of magic as she told the pizza guy about the game.
"Oh No! I gave the curse to the pizza guy!" Jen suddenly yelled.
There was a moment of silence as they all realized that Jen had given away the only thing that could fix them. The moment was ruined as Jen's hands started rubbing her bouncy chest and Dean moved to start kissing her.
Cathy climaxed at that moment making a lot of noise.